Adventures of a Kid

Listen you boy, don’t you wonder around!
Her chair rocked forwards and backwards,
And I winked at her little fat Miss Orange,
A naughty blind little cat that I used to mop
The floor and sometimes the windows, too,
But all of this is gone for I will embark on a
Journey where I will find a form of magic,
Something to bring my mom back to me,
I once read in a dusty book about a forest
That is not far from here, it must be here –
Oh you don’t know how much I miss her,
She was taken away when I was just a kid,
They sent her to marry some son of royal
Blood, and I was to live under the ceiling
Of my mentally demented wicked aunt,
No cousins, no husband, no pets but a cat,
And a bit of dust on the table and on the
Wooden floor, and on the windows and
On the chairs, on the boots, on the ceiling,
On the beds and all around this old house,
Clean the dust! Clean the dust! All I do is
Clean the dust, and so I will embark on a
Journey where I will find a form of magic,
The book mentioned a stone or two that
Can grant any person their wish, a bird or
Two with an orange feather that can bring
Two persons back together, and a leaf or
Two that will forever send a person away,
And I want all three of them: a stone, a
Feather, and a leaf, to give my mother
The stone, to bring me and her together,
And keep my revolting aunt forever away.

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Mirrors in my Inner Core

I shall find my mirroring windows,
And glance outside my inner core,
The balcony doors will be opened,
And I shall invite her to a nice play,
A performance about my dance,
Perfected by her long crimson dress,
Elegance mirrored in her glorious
Eyes that only stares at my dance,
Which was choreographed for her
Soft ruby lips and her winged hands,
Fly higher than the closing curtains,
Pluck out your lilies and my roses,
And disperse them around us like
A circle where we can dance under
This starry night reflected through
Those mirroring windows, and so,
Allow me to grab your adventurous
Body and commence another dance.